PSYCHOPATH

chapter 13: to dance with the devil

                  

Chapter 13: To Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

~"You asked for my darkness,

and I took your light.

You said you let me save your soul,

I whispered you could take it all."~

James Grey arrived twenty minutes later. Twenty minutes for Ella spent bouncing her knee up and down, pacing the walls, retracing her steps, brushing off the prying police officers, eyeing the bullet holes that failed to kill him. Her head still ached from her sudden dip into unconsciousness and Ella could already see the bruises beginning to form on her pale skin from the struggle.

She blinked tears out of her eyes for the tenth time, currently stationed in her living room so she could gaze out the window for the luxurious car James Grey liked to cruise around in. She thought about texting Will more than once, while she was pacing and agonizing over every detail that she could remember before she was knocked out.

In the end, Ella decided against it. Will would probably find his way over here from James. And, spitefully, Ella's insides churned at the images of him with Kat that flitted over her vision every time she thought of him. How Kat wore the prettiest red dress and he was wearing a nice navy sweater and how he actually graced her with a smile when they met, he must have thought she was so beautiful. Kat was beautiful, really, as much as Ella hated it. She had never hated it before...

William had moved on and she was still stuck in the middle, somewhere she had voluntarily placed herself.

Her brain was still working fifty miles a minute when she first spotted the bright headlights of his car peeling into the driveway, the gravel crunching underneath the fine wheels all the way.

Stepping out and striding up to the front, easily let in through the wall of police officers not needing to even glance at them (everyone knew who the man was,) James Grey entered the house, dressed in a neat, wrinkleless suit. It was late into the night and he was still dressed for success.

Ella watched him walk in with glazed-over eyes. If this had been a month ago, Ella would have thought this man was the picture of ultimate achievements and accomplishments, powerful, strong, everything she ever wanted to be.

Now, looking at him in all his glory, she felt empty inside.

James met her gaze the second he entered the room and instantly walked over to her side, his shoes clicking against the wood floor.

"William is on his way." He started off with, not even bothering to ask how she was.

Ella's mouth went dry the mention of Will; he was coming over right then, surely having to cut the date with Kat short and speeding over to her house. Part of her felt good at that piece of knowledge, another part was guilty for feeling good.

Shuffling uneasily on the balls of her feet, she watched as James's eyes dropped down to check the shiny watch wrapped around his wrist. "Seth and Harry are coming as well. We need a sweep over this place, to catch any leftover prints or hair, anything that could have been left behind."

Ella scowled, narrowing her irritable blue eyes at him, and remarked flatly. "He was wearing gloves and a mask over his head. There's not going to be anything to find. He's not an amateur."

James scanned her face, eyeing her guardedly.

He slowly responded; "Yes, Agent Grant we know he is not an amateur. And if I didn't know any better, it sounds like you don't want us to find him. We need to search for prints whether you want it or not."